wesurearecute:

Why was this never my excuse?

PROCRASTINATION!!! Shouldda majored in it.

texturism:

yes. | via thegooglymoogly:courtneylewis

huzzah!

I really wish nothing would scare me. I’m tired of being so afraid of everything, of hoping to hit home runs when just hitting a single is all I need. Right now, I’m standing at the plate, letting pitches whiz by me, not even swinging.

I’m tired of procrastinating. I know what I need to do, like make phone calls, or spend time looking up simple information— that’s the equivalent of taking one foot out of the batters box and taking practice swings all day. But then it’s tomorrow and I wake up, stand all day long at bat, checking my email, watching TV and goofing off in general. I go to bed at night feeling guilty and worthless and horrible that I’m still in the same position I was yesterday, last week, last month and last year.

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jakeandamir:

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I have been dating my boyfriend for 6 months now and so far, neither of us has said they love the other person. I’m pretty sure I do, but I’m a fantastic wimp so it might take another 6 months for me to say it (unless he says it first). There have been a few times where maybe I’ve been listening too hard and want to hear “I love you” but he says something else instead.

He’s already tricked me once: “I love youtube.”

And though he has said I love you, it was in Rocky’s voice: I love YOU. so Rocky still loves Adrienne, but my boy hasn’t admitted he loves me.

And this one’s a stretch but I still heard those three little words even though what he really said was I love sushi.

I feel like sitting in a corner and letting it rain on me. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want anyone to know how lame I feel and how ashamed I am of myself. Just close the door and walk away, leave me here and let me wallow. I want to stay up all night in the dark then cry myself to sleep when the sun starts to peek over the trees. No one can see me when it’s dark, so no one will be able see how useless I’ve become.

Listless. Run down. Dull. Terrified. Lagging behind. Failure. Drained. There’s nothing here; there’s nothing left. I’m lacking the enormous potential I had when I was younger, and everyday more and more of it goes leaking out of me until one day, one day there just won’t be anything left of me of any worth and who will love me then?

Woah.

I clutch you to me and mutter into your neck I hate saying goodbye. You pull back and tell me don’t be sad.

I fight the tears that instantly spring to my eyes like they were waiting for your cue. I’m not as good at goodbyes as you are. Sadness slams down on me and sometimes I even cry when leave-taking needs to happen. Here’s a solution: I never leave your side. Can’t we just do that? Or does this irrational, searing pain of separation only happen to me?

Until our next hello, and you walk out the door.

jakeandamir:

Rap Teacher Part 2 (with Hoodie Allen)

Yesss, Hoodie. Can’t wait for Rap Teacher part 3!

My mother is an ineffective communicator. And when she realizes that no one has done what she think she says, she screams about it. The frustration makes me want to punch a baby.

skeletales:

Learn to Breathe by Brittany Chavez

wesurearecute:

tastefullyoffensive:

My favorite unit of measurement
via 

This is my most-favoured unit of measurement.
I’m glad I finally have visual representation of its size.